WENDY STERN - POEMS

Darshan

 

May the soft feather of awareness touch my pain as I lie here.

May the palms on my belly be those of a healer,
Belly rises, she notices, lowers, she softens

Belly rises, she allows, lowers, she releases

May I meditate at the feet of a Buddha
May I receive Darshan and the strength to endure my suffering.